NO KNOT CANNOT BE UNDONE

Pulled are we (OFF; no more)from under and overand pushed (panting)by fleeting fate when we fail to trust (when THRUSTS grow frail)and the body rolls off, recoils and the mind rethinks, returns. Let go, did you, of that hand ONCE held in that taxi ONCE, while thinking of another, in that BED while sniffing out that longing for SOMEONE missing while growing tiredof the taste of someone PAINFULLY PRESENT?Fine is the line between decision and destination, (that fine line that COMES quickly before it curdles)between the CHOICES we make in a moment’s PLEASURE and the paths that reposition our POWER. Is it held by the BOTTOM or by the TOP?We are FREE to release, (across your chest, across our chains) we are free when released, (emptied, exhausted) free from confusion;untangled; no KNOT cannot be undone,double negatives should never be done, but we are UNDONE, undefined or redefined, reduced again to that single state of SELFISH.

MY, ME, I.

How quickly we slip from tongues touching all that is SACRED to a solitary scrubbing of all that’s been SOILED.